Chapter 9
The dark lord stood there, watching the thoughts and memories of the child travel around the penesive in elegant, elaborate swirls.
The silvery lights cast strange shadows on the walls and objects. He looked down at the memories.
He had seen them before, many times but still. These ones seemed...different somehow. Darker, more dangerous, did he really want to see them?
He shook that thought off. He had them he might as well...
He took a breath and plunged in.
He was standing in a dim-lit alley. Houses on either side, signs of poverty; broken bottles, rats, a few drunken people staggering about. He looked around for the girl but couldn't find her.
One man entered the alley.
He had never seen him before so he must be someone only his 'sister' knew about.
The man staggered slightly, he was drunk and out of the corner of his eye, the dark lord thought he saw a flicker of movement behind him. Hidden in the shadows.
The man walked closer to where the flash had come from and then a little blade flashed out. The man crumpled over. His blood stained the cobblestones. He was dead. Whatever that had been, it had murdered him.
Something moved, the murderer, a little closer to the light and he was surprised, even a little shocked to see the outline of a small child, only about 5 or 6 years old.
"Maybe next time you won't hurt your family." It said, the voice was surprisingly harsh and hardened. It didn't sound like the voice of a young child. The child smiled, showing it's teeth that were unsettlingly sharp for a human. He looked down and realised that the drunk wasn't dead but he was staring up at the child with a look of horror and the strange acceptance that the dark lord had seen many times in the eyes of his victims. Acceptance that they were going to die.
The child knelt down by the now dead drunk and slit his pockets, a few coins fell out and the child picked them up. A thief as well as a murderer. How lovely.
Then the child stood up and turned to leave, walking toward the entrance of the alley where it looked a little lighter; he would be able to see who it was, when they sudden went rigid all over. He paused, it would be better to observe from a little distance.
"What the fuck?" the child growled. So young and already swearing. What good parents this child must have.
Then the child took off down the alley, which was a lot longer that he had originally thought it to be. Hell they were a fast runner. Even with his longer legs and adult strength they were a hard person to keep up with.
The child turned a corner and he was hit by two equally strange things at the same time.
The first, the whole of the next alley was aflame and he could smell the familiar smell of burning flesh and wood. Hear the agonised screams of the dying. But this was no ordinary fire, there, in the middle of it was a black dragon. The second, the swearing, thieving little murdering child was his little 'sister', Ekans.